When my first gift recipient opened his package yesterday afternoon, it looked something like this:
He went on to explain that he'd had enough of these in his lifetime to know it immediately when he saw it. (his wife is a knitter)
And there I thought he was going to think it was a porcupine.
He immediately grew concerned, as it was clear that he LIKES - he NEEDS - these mittens. "Will I have to wait 'til next year before I get the other one?"
Nope. I'm already on it. In fact, I started knitting on it immediately, right then and there, still at the dinner table. I explained to him that I was going NUTSO while waiting for us to open our packages. He and his wife needed no further explanation. They finished my thought: "That poor mitten was in there suffocating and calling your name!"
Then came time for the gift for The Missus. It was two skeins of Blue Sky Alpacas alpaca sportweight and Anne's lovely pattern for a neck gaiter and wristlets. Nuzzling of the yarn and light moaning ensued. My husband said, "Would you like us to leave the room?" Without missing a beat, she replied: "I need a moment."
"Alrighty, then," I said to our hostess. "Shall I call you next September?"
"Oh, MAN. I've always kept myself AWAY. I really don't need to get sucked further into the fiber arts."
"I'll call you on my way."
The look on her face said:
No, no, no. Done deal.
Ahhhh, don't you love giving gifts to people who get it?
P.S. The mitten
s fit perfectly.
P.P.S. Still virtuous in the Stashalong.